I, am thinkin' it's a sign

That the freckles in our eyes

Are mirror images and when we kiss

They're perfectly aligned

And I, have to speculate

That God himself did make

Us into corresponding shapes

Like puzzles pieces from the clay

And true, it may seems like a stretch

But it's thoughts like this that catch

My troubled head when you're away

When I am missing you to death

When, you are out there on the road

For several weeks of shows

And when you scan the radio

I hope this song will guide you home

They will see us waving from

Such great heights

Come down now

They'll say

But everything looks perfect from

Far away

Come down now

But we'll stay

I, tried my best to leave

This all on your machine

But the persisent beat it

Sounded thin upon listening

And that, frankly will not fly

You will hear the shrillest highs

And lowest lows with the windows down

When this is guiding you home

They will see us waving from

Such great heights

Come down now

They'll say

But everything looks perfect from

Far away

Come down now

But we'll stay